Ugliness, beauty? Same thing.

Ever put something off that, once you finally get to it, connects so many frayed synapses (I'm guessing thirteen myself) that it's as though an entire chunk of your consciousness just made a whole lot more sense?

It's like I've discovered an attic full of stuff from my childhood I never knew existed, all because I never bothered looking under some big, old duvet.

This really only needs to make sense to me...I'm just pretty delighted at the moment. Satisfied.


Also this has little to nothing to do with Last Action Hero.